The General
“Keep moving!” I bark as I walk the perimeter of the training field. The new batch of rankers that Commander Crawford sent over is even weaker than the last. I put them through drill after drill as the intense sun hangs above us. I wipe the sweat from my brow and turn towards the exhausted group of men and women. I look on in disgust as a few soldiers fall to their knees and retch. Others have collapsed to the ground and are breathing heavily.
“Pathetic!” I scream. “Pitiful. Deplorable. Useless.” I turn to leave and yell back over my shoulder, “Dismissed!”
I could care less if these incompetent soldiers can eventually help the British military. The problem is that the state of the armed forces has a direct impact on my reputation. Reputation is key.
“Sir.” A squaddie runs d
